Title: Angel
Author: Malfoyhima
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Never will be. They belong to JK. *sob*
Author Notes: Here's the second chapter, it's been slow going. My beta is such a perfectionist!! Plus, I've been working on some other fics too. If I get an idea, I have to start on it or else I'll lose it. They're also posted if you want to check them out too.
Warning: Harry/Draco slash, some possible OOC. *shrugs* I never know how to judge these things!
Addy: malfoyhima@yahoo.com (my e-mail has changed.)
Rating: R for language.
Beta: My perfectionist sister, Tir-synni! Love you, Baby sister!
Summary: Draco discovers Harry is the angel he's been looking for.
//I'm in tears, and the crying that I do is for you//
Ron looked positively gleeful. "Did you see the look on Malfoy's face? Priceless!" They were making their way from the dungeons to the Gryffindor common room. They had only been in class for forty-five minutes. They had another hour and fifteen minutes before their next class.
Hermione looked like she'd seen a five-headed Weasley monster. "Malfoy's never messed anything up in Potions before. I wonder what Snape will do? He's his best student!"
Ron snorted. "Probably nothing. He just let him breeze into class late without so much as taking half a point. And why are you being so quiet, Harry?"
"No reason. I've got a lot on my mind today, after all." Harry smiled halfheartedly.
"Well, snap out of it, mate. You're acting weird."
They reached the fat lady. Hermione said the password, "Scallywag." The fat lady swung open and they climbed through the portrait hole. "Well, we have an hour. I suppose we should do some studying," she continued. Ron rolled his eyes.
Harry sat down with his transfiguration book. He knew he couldn't concentrate, but if he looked like he was studying, no one would bother him. Thoughts of Malfoy filled his head. What was happening to him? What if Hermione was right, and Malfoy was looking at him when he left the Hall? Could it be possible? He should talk to her the next chance he got. Without Ron. He would never understand. 'Hermione may not understand, either,' a voice told him. 'He calls her a mudblood. He puts down Ron's family for being poor. Face it, Potter, you're in this alone, whatever this is.' Harry sighed. 'What in the hell am I going to do?'
~~~~~~
"Mr. Malfoy, what in the world just happened? First you arrive ten minutes late, then this catastrophe. Is there a problem?" Snape's brow furrowed in concern.
"I must not have been paying attention, Professor," Draco responded, his eyes shifting around the room.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but that's weak. I have no choice but to give you a detention. I want this mess cleaned up. No magic. Now go back to your dorms and get yourselves ready for your next class. I want the two of you in here after dinner tonight." Snape turned on his heel and exited the classroom, robes billowing behind him.
"Thanks a lot, Draco!" Pansy shrieked and stormed off.
Draco just wanted to get back to his room and find some clean robes. 'What are you thinking?' a voice in his head asked. 'You know damn well what you're thinking,' another voice replied. Potter. The one thing that's been on his mind for four months. Only now it affected his work in his favorite class. 'What next?' he thought. He didn't really want to know the answer to that question. Draco reached his room. Walking inside, he looked around. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the wall, and a scream of pure terror filled the room. "My hair! What the fuck! Must go clean!" The traumatized boy darted to the bathroom, screaming the whole way.
~~~~~~
In the Slytherin common room, Blaise Zabini sighed. "Sounds like Draco finally noticed his hair." He lowered his head and continued reading.
~~~~~~
Draco moved his head from side to side under the faucet, wetting his hair down. He had already washed his hair three times. The blue goo had hardened, and in its crustiness wouldn't leave his hair without a fight. His fingers had gotten caught a few times, not helping his mood. Finally, the last bits of it let loose from his hair. "This is all Potter's fault," he grumbled aloud. There it was, that bloody name again. Draco couldn't stop thinking about him. He couldn't take this much longer. What in Merlin's name would his Slytherin friends think? Draco Malfoy in love with the bloody Boy Who Lived? They'd beat the hell out of him just for thinking it. Or, rather, they'd make an attempt to beat the hell out of him. It was common knowledge in the Slytherin house that you don't screw with Draco Malfoy. That fact had been proven more than once. Even Crabbe and Goyle knew better. Of course, if any of them found out this little bit of information, what would stop them from forming a damn lynch mob? He could see the masks and torches, Pansy in the lead with a noose in her hand. . . Draco shook his head. Nah, they wouldn't hang him. That'd be too easy. No, the Slytherins liked their torture tactics. They'd more likely hang him by his toenails, whip his bare chest, and cast the Crucio all while playing Muggle polka music. Draco shuddered. Now his imagination was getting ridiculous. Muggle polka music? Nobody would be that cruel.
Then he had his father to deal with. Lucius Malfoy expected an answer very soon on whether or not he wanted to join the Death Eaters. The Dark Lord expected him to, but Lucius assured his son that he would stand by him no matter what decision he made. Draco felt very confused. He thought his whole life he wanted to be just like his father, serve Voldemort, have all that power. But he realized about a year ago that all he would be was a servant to Voldemort. Just like his father. He would have to bow down and kiss the hem of his robes and take the Crucio if, Merlin forbid, you displeased him. Just like his father.
At this point, Draco didn't really know what he wanted. And his feelings for Potter complicated things more than just a little bit. 'Potter's the enemy. I'm not supposed to feel this way about the enemy.' Draco shook his head. He had to figure out what he was going to do. There would be no simple way of getting around this. Draco leaned forward and smacked his forehead against the tile. He used to know what he wanted. His path was mapped out clearly for him for so long, and now with three words it had all changed.
~~~~~~
Harry, Hermione and Ron headed down to the Great Hall for lunch. The morning had passed rather quickly. The day started out to be rather exciting, with Malfoy screwing up his potion. Harry could hear the disbelieving whispers of a few of his fellow seventh years about the class. Amazing how so much gossip could circulate over a classroom blunder. Explosions happened in Potions class all the time. Only the guilty party would either be Neville Longbottom or Harry himself. Never Draco Malfoy. As Harry had the reputation of Gryffindor Golden Boy, Malfoy had the same honor in Slytherin.
They reached their table and Harry stole a glance at the Slytherin table. No Malfoy. Harry felt almost relieved. 'At least I won't have to see him right now,' he thought. 'Except for the fact that you have Care of Magical Creatures with him next.'
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered.
"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione looked at him curiously.
"Oh. Sorry. It was nothing. Just remembering something about my Charms homework. No big deal."
"Harry, we didn't have homework in Charms. Are you sure you're okay?" She was starting to look concerned.
"I just have a lot on my mind, Hermione. There's nothing to worry about, really." Harry tried his best to smile.
"Well, I *am* worried, Harry. You're not acting like yourself. You've been this way since we've been back to school. Did something happen over the holiday?"
Harry started to get upset. "Look, I'm fine, okay? Nothing's wrong, you don't need to worry about me every time I'm a little quiet. I'm FINE! FINE FINE FINE!" Harry's shouts started to attract attention around the Gryffindor table. He grabbed his bag and quickly stood up. "I'm going outside until we it's time for our next class. Is that all right with you?" Without waiting for an answer, he fled the hall before anyone could see the unshed tears in his eyes.
"You should have left him alone, Hermione," Ron said matter-of-factly.
"Well, I didn't see you doing anything, Ron!" she shot back. "Why did you just sit there? Why didn't you do something?"
"Because I know what's wrong with him. I can't believe you can't see it," Ron chewed his sandwich thoughtfully. "Harry wants Malfoy." He said the last statement as if it were common knowledge.
Hermione promptly spit out her pumpkin juice, ignoring a protesting "Hey!" from Neville Longbottom, who received the full effect of the flying juice. "WHAT? HOW? That's impossible!"
"It's completely bloody obvious, Hermione. Can't you tell? Anytime Malfoy's in the same room, he gets all quiet and stuttery and has to stare at whatever it is that's in front of him. And I really hate to say it, but I think Malfoy has the same problem."
"Well, everyone knows that Malfoy's totally in love with himself," Hermione deadpanned.
"No, I mean with Harry! I know you saw the way he looked at Harry when Harry left breakfast. Not to mention the Potions fiasco. I'd bet anything that had something to do with Harry. And where is he now?" Ron gestured to the Slytherin table.
"That doesn't mean anything, Ron. Snape could be making him serve detention now for all we know."
"Oh yeah? Then why is Parkinson here?" He pointed out Pansy sitting with her head down and a hand to her face. . . was she picking her nose?
"How can you be so sure about this, Ron?"
"Just trust me. Call it a hunch. Besides, Harry tends to talk in his sleep."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "How perceptive of you. Well then, what do you think we should do?"
"I've been thinking about this. We have several options. We could try to get them together. We could let them figure it out for themselves. Or, we could try to keep it from happening at all costs."
"Yes, but one of those costs may be Harry's friendship. I don't like that idea. I say we leave them alone for awhile, and see what happens. Then if nothing comes of it, we leave it be."
"That sounds good. Um, do you realize what this'll mean if they get together? We'll have to be nice to Malfoy. After all he's done."
Hermione tapped her chin again. "Yes, but look at it this way. If this happens, we could also have a new ally against Voldemort. I just hope we know what we're doing."
Ron shook his head. "I trust Harry. Besides, we're his friends. He'll need us, no matter what happens. Can you imagine what he's going through inside? I'll bet he thinks we'll go mental if we find out. We should go find him."
Hermione blinked. "I thought we were leaving him alone."
"Bugger that! He needs to know we're there for him! Now let's go!"
They gathered their things and left the Hall to find Harry.
Author: Malfoyhima
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Never will be. They belong to JK. *sob*
Author Notes: Here's the second chapter, it's been slow going. My beta is such a perfectionist!! Plus, I've been working on some other fics too. If I get an idea, I have to start on it or else I'll lose it. They're also posted if you want to check them out too.
Warning: Harry/Draco slash, some possible OOC. *shrugs* I never know how to judge these things!
Addy: malfoyhima@yahoo.com (my e-mail has changed.)
Rating: R for language.
Beta: My perfectionist sister, Tir-synni! Love you, Baby sister!
Summary: Draco discovers Harry is the angel he's been looking for.
//I'm in tears, and the crying that I do is for you//
Ron looked positively gleeful. "Did you see the look on Malfoy's face? Priceless!" They were making their way from the dungeons to the Gryffindor common room. They had only been in class for forty-five minutes. They had another hour and fifteen minutes before their next class.
Hermione looked like she'd seen a five-headed Weasley monster. "Malfoy's never messed anything up in Potions before. I wonder what Snape will do? He's his best student!"
Ron snorted. "Probably nothing. He just let him breeze into class late without so much as taking half a point. And why are you being so quiet, Harry?"
"No reason. I've got a lot on my mind today, after all." Harry smiled halfheartedly.
"Well, snap out of it, mate. You're acting weird."
They reached the fat lady. Hermione said the password, "Scallywag." The fat lady swung open and they climbed through the portrait hole. "Well, we have an hour. I suppose we should do some studying," she continued. Ron rolled his eyes.
Harry sat down with his transfiguration book. He knew he couldn't concentrate, but if he looked like he was studying, no one would bother him. Thoughts of Malfoy filled his head. What was happening to him? What if Hermione was right, and Malfoy was looking at him when he left the Hall? Could it be possible? He should talk to her the next chance he got. Without Ron. He would never understand. 'Hermione may not understand, either,' a voice told him. 'He calls her a mudblood. He puts down Ron's family for being poor. Face it, Potter, you're in this alone, whatever this is.' Harry sighed. 'What in the hell am I going to do?'
~~~~~~
"Mr. Malfoy, what in the world just happened? First you arrive ten minutes late, then this catastrophe. Is there a problem?" Snape's brow furrowed in concern.
"I must not have been paying attention, Professor," Draco responded, his eyes shifting around the room.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but that's weak. I have no choice but to give you a detention. I want this mess cleaned up. No magic. Now go back to your dorms and get yourselves ready for your next class. I want the two of you in here after dinner tonight." Snape turned on his heel and exited the classroom, robes billowing behind him.
"Thanks a lot, Draco!" Pansy shrieked and stormed off.
Draco just wanted to get back to his room and find some clean robes. 'What are you thinking?' a voice in his head asked. 'You know damn well what you're thinking,' another voice replied. Potter. The one thing that's been on his mind for four months. Only now it affected his work in his favorite class. 'What next?' he thought. He didn't really want to know the answer to that question. Draco reached his room. Walking inside, he looked around. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the wall, and a scream of pure terror filled the room. "My hair! What the fuck! Must go clean!" The traumatized boy darted to the bathroom, screaming the whole way.
~~~~~~
In the Slytherin common room, Blaise Zabini sighed. "Sounds like Draco finally noticed his hair." He lowered his head and continued reading.
~~~~~~
Draco moved his head from side to side under the faucet, wetting his hair down. He had already washed his hair three times. The blue goo had hardened, and in its crustiness wouldn't leave his hair without a fight. His fingers had gotten caught a few times, not helping his mood. Finally, the last bits of it let loose from his hair. "This is all Potter's fault," he grumbled aloud. There it was, that bloody name again. Draco couldn't stop thinking about him. He couldn't take this much longer. What in Merlin's name would his Slytherin friends think? Draco Malfoy in love with the bloody Boy Who Lived? They'd beat the hell out of him just for thinking it. Or, rather, they'd make an attempt to beat the hell out of him. It was common knowledge in the Slytherin house that you don't screw with Draco Malfoy. That fact had been proven more than once. Even Crabbe and Goyle knew better. Of course, if any of them found out this little bit of information, what would stop them from forming a damn lynch mob? He could see the masks and torches, Pansy in the lead with a noose in her hand. . . Draco shook his head. Nah, they wouldn't hang him. That'd be too easy. No, the Slytherins liked their torture tactics. They'd more likely hang him by his toenails, whip his bare chest, and cast the Crucio all while playing Muggle polka music. Draco shuddered. Now his imagination was getting ridiculous. Muggle polka music? Nobody would be that cruel.
Then he had his father to deal with. Lucius Malfoy expected an answer very soon on whether or not he wanted to join the Death Eaters. The Dark Lord expected him to, but Lucius assured his son that he would stand by him no matter what decision he made. Draco felt very confused. He thought his whole life he wanted to be just like his father, serve Voldemort, have all that power. But he realized about a year ago that all he would be was a servant to Voldemort. Just like his father. He would have to bow down and kiss the hem of his robes and take the Crucio if, Merlin forbid, you displeased him. Just like his father.
At this point, Draco didn't really know what he wanted. And his feelings for Potter complicated things more than just a little bit. 'Potter's the enemy. I'm not supposed to feel this way about the enemy.' Draco shook his head. He had to figure out what he was going to do. There would be no simple way of getting around this. Draco leaned forward and smacked his forehead against the tile. He used to know what he wanted. His path was mapped out clearly for him for so long, and now with three words it had all changed.
~~~~~~
Harry, Hermione and Ron headed down to the Great Hall for lunch. The morning had passed rather quickly. The day started out to be rather exciting, with Malfoy screwing up his potion. Harry could hear the disbelieving whispers of a few of his fellow seventh years about the class. Amazing how so much gossip could circulate over a classroom blunder. Explosions happened in Potions class all the time. Only the guilty party would either be Neville Longbottom or Harry himself. Never Draco Malfoy. As Harry had the reputation of Gryffindor Golden Boy, Malfoy had the same honor in Slytherin.
They reached their table and Harry stole a glance at the Slytherin table. No Malfoy. Harry felt almost relieved. 'At least I won't have to see him right now,' he thought. 'Except for the fact that you have Care of Magical Creatures with him next.'
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered.
"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione looked at him curiously.
"Oh. Sorry. It was nothing. Just remembering something about my Charms homework. No big deal."
"Harry, we didn't have homework in Charms. Are you sure you're okay?" She was starting to look concerned.
"I just have a lot on my mind, Hermione. There's nothing to worry about, really." Harry tried his best to smile.
"Well, I *am* worried, Harry. You're not acting like yourself. You've been this way since we've been back to school. Did something happen over the holiday?"
Harry started to get upset. "Look, I'm fine, okay? Nothing's wrong, you don't need to worry about me every time I'm a little quiet. I'm FINE! FINE FINE FINE!" Harry's shouts started to attract attention around the Gryffindor table. He grabbed his bag and quickly stood up. "I'm going outside until we it's time for our next class. Is that all right with you?" Without waiting for an answer, he fled the hall before anyone could see the unshed tears in his eyes.
"You should have left him alone, Hermione," Ron said matter-of-factly.
"Well, I didn't see you doing anything, Ron!" she shot back. "Why did you just sit there? Why didn't you do something?"
"Because I know what's wrong with him. I can't believe you can't see it," Ron chewed his sandwich thoughtfully. "Harry wants Malfoy." He said the last statement as if it were common knowledge.
Hermione promptly spit out her pumpkin juice, ignoring a protesting "Hey!" from Neville Longbottom, who received the full effect of the flying juice. "WHAT? HOW? That's impossible!"
"It's completely bloody obvious, Hermione. Can't you tell? Anytime Malfoy's in the same room, he gets all quiet and stuttery and has to stare at whatever it is that's in front of him. And I really hate to say it, but I think Malfoy has the same problem."
"Well, everyone knows that Malfoy's totally in love with himself," Hermione deadpanned.
"No, I mean with Harry! I know you saw the way he looked at Harry when Harry left breakfast. Not to mention the Potions fiasco. I'd bet anything that had something to do with Harry. And where is he now?" Ron gestured to the Slytherin table.
"That doesn't mean anything, Ron. Snape could be making him serve detention now for all we know."
"Oh yeah? Then why is Parkinson here?" He pointed out Pansy sitting with her head down and a hand to her face. . . was she picking her nose?
"How can you be so sure about this, Ron?"
"Just trust me. Call it a hunch. Besides, Harry tends to talk in his sleep."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "How perceptive of you. Well then, what do you think we should do?"
"I've been thinking about this. We have several options. We could try to get them together. We could let them figure it out for themselves. Or, we could try to keep it from happening at all costs."
"Yes, but one of those costs may be Harry's friendship. I don't like that idea. I say we leave them alone for awhile, and see what happens. Then if nothing comes of it, we leave it be."
"That sounds good. Um, do you realize what this'll mean if they get together? We'll have to be nice to Malfoy. After all he's done."
Hermione tapped her chin again. "Yes, but look at it this way. If this happens, we could also have a new ally against Voldemort. I just hope we know what we're doing."
Ron shook his head. "I trust Harry. Besides, we're his friends. He'll need us, no matter what happens. Can you imagine what he's going through inside? I'll bet he thinks we'll go mental if we find out. We should go find him."
Hermione blinked. "I thought we were leaving him alone."
"Bugger that! He needs to know we're there for him! Now let's go!"
They gathered their things and left the Hall to find Harry.
